walk downstairs to the kitchen for breakfastboth parents there both looking restlessthe news was bound to make me recklessand what could i do but do what the rest didwe need to talk its about your motherwe know she’s strongbut there’s a battle that’s tougherand yes the battles hard and she’s goanna sufferbut there’s nothing you can do to stop heryou’ve fought for way to long to get knocked downfight the battle drown them outdrip in arm stomach in mouthyou've fought too long to get knocked downillness takes more than just the patientmental scaring and frustrationinside I’m numb as i stare down the pavementbut not as numb as my mother after treatment
and her world comes down crumblingwatch her sit down and get plugged in
as my thoughts are eruptingthat’s when i thought of something;you’ve fought for way too long to get knocked downfight the battle drown them outdrip in arm stomach in mouthyou've fought too long to get knocked down


out of the woods not for good
but for a while so crack a smile
now she’s able to eat so we fed her
10 years lost to that damn ****ing death chair
not quite feeling good but we’re feeling better
skins looking great and her full flowing red hair
although some parts have changed
she still stays the same soldier as yesterday
and though some parts have greyed
she still stays the same soldier as yesterday
although some parts have changed
she still stays the same soldier as yesterday
and though some parts have greyed
she still stays the same soldier as yesterday